[Yuugiou] Yami no Bakura x. Seto Kaiba (Antagoshipping)
Fandom: Yuugiou
Pairing: Yami no Bakura x. Seto Kaiba (Antagoshipping)
Theme Set: Epsilon
Rating: 14-A/Soft R (Probably higher than it needs to be...)
#01 - Motion
The motion was easy and fluid, almost catlike; Bakura’s shirt fluttered to the floor, exposing a vast expanse of pale skin Seto had been quite sure he didn’t care to see - until he saw it.
#02 - Cool
He always hated it, the rush of cool air against skin that had just been warmed and wetted by a tongue - it made him want the tongue back in place.
#03 - Young
Bakura sometimes made a habit of pointing out the most obvious things, usually when Seto was ignoring him in favour of work, “You’re young too, Seto, but you act so damn old.”
#04 - Last
It never failed; every time Bakura was stripping him of his clothing and running his tongue all over the most secret and sensitive of places, Seto always swore to himself it would be the last time he put up with it - but it always happened again.
#05 - Wrong
Seto was always sure to shred the papers after he’d penned his innermost thoughts on them; the moment Bakura read one, the game would be over, ‘It’s wrong, you know, that a man should be as pretty (because that’s really what you are, dark and light and pretty) as you are and yet be so strong and stubborn and demanding.’
#06 - Gentle
“I’ll be gentle if you want,” Bakura whispered softly, laying his fingers softly on Seto’s exposed and trembling skin, “You’ve been so good tonight.”
#07 - One
“You don’t realize this, but I make it about you,” Bakura explained, though to Seto it meant very little, as he was under the thief at the moment and had no way of moving; Bakura leaned down and kissed along his chest before continuing, “You’re the only one important enough to make me think.”
#08 - Thousand
“You don’t know the length of a thousands days,” Bakura informed him morosely, glaring all the while at a paperweight instead of meeting Seto’s eyes, “But more, you don’t know the length of a thousand nights.”
#09 - King
“I’m your king, I’m your master,” There was almost a tune to the words, Bakura’s voice unusually gentle, “You’ll do as I say and we’ll both live through the night to tomorrow’s day.”
#10 - Learn
Every time Seto insisted that he didn’t know and that he didn’t understand and he didn’t want anything more, Bakura would always kiss him with a slight nip of the teeth and say that he’d learn soon enough.
#11 - Blur
It was when all the nights started to blur together, and the faces of his employees did the same, and so did the figures on his papers and the names he needed to know and the words he tried to speak and every damned thought he tried to have, that Seto realized this was much more than a casual ordeal.
#12 - Wait
This had to be the first time (and Seto suspected it would be the last) that he’d heard Bakura tell him to wait - usually the thief was the one leading the show and pushing the pace, and yet here he was telling Seto to wait for a moment.
#13 - Change
Seto stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom and stared at the reflection before him - it showed a man with dark circles under his eyes, shiny red scratches up and down his bare chest and bruises in the shape of hands near his hips; Seto stared at the reflection and muttered darkly at the image that had come to be him (which would be invisible to the rest of the world), “I’m not going to change for you.”
#14 - Command
It had been an explicit order, a set-in-stone, not-to-be-contested rule: absolutely no visits to Kaiba Corp - and the day after, Bakura had shown up around ten pm to smirk at Seto while he clacked away on his keyboard.
#15 - Hold
Somehow this reminded him of the doctor’s office and how Mokuba always had to be held down before the needle pierced his skin.
#16 - Need
Seto’s voice was dead serious, “Listen to me, because you need to understand this: I do not like men.”
#17 - Vision
He hated having his vision impaired, he really did; seeing was a safe thing, something that helped you keep yourself alive, something that made you feel comfortable - comfortable was not a feeling that he would attribute to being stripped naked with a black satin cloth tied over his eyes and his wrists bound behind his back.
#18 - Attention
Seto would not permit the thief to look away while he was speaking; the respect he demanded was not about to be undermined by this obsessive teenager, “Look at me when I’m talking to you, Bakura.”
#19 - Soul
A funny idea came to his head just then, while he was just teetering on the edge of delirium; if he picked a colour for Bakura’s soul to be (not that he was sure he actually believed in souls, but still, this was all a hypothetical thing anyway), it would have to be red - candy apple red, or fresh blood in the sunshine red, because that was the colour that followed Bakura wherever he went and spread in his wake and hung around him like a thick cloud of portent.
#20 - Picture
Bakura could paint all the pretty pictures he wanted - to Seto it was still, and always would be, non-consensual sex.
#21 - Fool
Seto’s mood had been odd that day, when he’d smirked and said in a teasing kind of voice, “You’d be a fool to give up on me now.”
#22 - Mad
Seto couldn’t keep his voice from rising until it was almost shrill; he didn’t know whether he was angry or afraid or confused or hurt but all he knew was that he had to make Bakura understand, “You are going to drive me completely mad if you keep doing this!”
#23 - Child
His pose was so much like a child’s: Arms crossed, eyes glaring stubbornly, the glint in them saying he wasn’t budging until he got what he wanted - well, Seto could resist all day and all night if he had to.
#24 - Now
Seto could not believe the needy but insistent words that came from his hoarse throat, “I want it now.”
#25 - Shadow
The silhouette of a figure sitting on the windowsill - such a distinct shape, he knew it so well now - indicated to Seto that he’d have to wait at least one more night for a decent period of sleep.
#26 - Goodbye
“And now, goodbye,” The thief said with a small smile, as he stepped just beyond reach and vanished before Seto could say anything.
#27 - Hide
Bakura sounded furious but Seto knew better that the thief was just annoyed, tired, and sick of all his secrecy and fear; “I’ve already waited so long, are you going to make me hide it forever?”
#28 - Fortune
Seto had amassed a small fortune in articles remaining in his room after Bakura left: pocket flashlights, half-finished packs of gum, pens, plastic rings; you name it, he had it - oh the joys of sleeping with a pickpocket.
#29 - Safe
That time (when Bakura made him bleed and left him lying in so much pain he couldn’t bear to move for hours, just because of one word he’d dared to say), he knew that he’d never be safe with the white-haired thief - it would never be something he could choose.
#30 - Ghost
Bakura expected him to answer a certain way, and Seto wouldn’t be lying if he said yes; his mind was racing, visions churning in the darkest part of his memory, “You remember this little ghost, don’t you Seto?”
#31 - Book
It never failed, whenever he stepped out of his office, his secretaries were gossiping about some ‘interesting’ or ‘new’ sexual escapade they’d had with their most recent partner - he wondered what they’d think if he said he could write a book on ‘interesting’ sex based on his own experiences with Bakura.
#32 - Eye
Whenever Bakura counted his bruises he always glared at Seto for inflicting the same number as he himself had caused; Seto always replied, “Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth - Hammurabi’s law code, you know.”
#33 - Never “Never, ever, say that you want to quit this,” Bakura commanded in a snarl, his hand around Seto’s throat as he was truly angry, “It isn’t any easier on me than it is on you.”
#34 - Sing
Bakura knew when he woke up that he’d stayed too long; birds were singing gaily outside the window and Seto had expressly said never to be there when the sun was up - ‘they’ only existed at night, never during the day.
#35 - Sudden
He hit the wall hard and quick as lightning his breath was gone; before he could try to draw a breath, Bakura’s mouth closed over his and pressed his head back.
#36 - Stop
Seto was going to scream it soon, Bakura could see it in the way he squeezed his eyes closed tight, in the volume of perspiration dripping down his face, in the way his hair stuck to his skin from the dampness; there was only one word Bakura wanted to hear, just so he could deny it: Stop.
#37 - Time
Trapped between cool ceramic tiles and a body inching ever closer, Seto had no choice but to be flustered and try to force Bakura back, “No, damn you - there isn’t time, not here!”
#38 - Wash
The previously white sheets actually had rips in them from the violence Bakura had employed last night (Seto shivered at the thought) - there was blood too, but what was the point in washing something that wasn’t ever going to be useable again?
#39 - Torn
His shirt was torn and dangling limply off one shoulder, and Bakura was sporting a lovely bruise in a peculiar shade of purplish-yellow, but both of them were still standing and neither was prepared to give in.
#40 - History
“It’s funny you know,” Bakura remarked idly, “They say that history repeats itself, and here I am and there you are.”
#41 - Power
Slowly, Seto felt the control he valued so deeply slipping away - Bakura’s fierce need was something so great he could not fight it, and as the thief’s hands moved further down his chest, he very gingerly gave up.
#42 - Bother
“You’re such a bother,” Seto complained mildly as Bakura sat on his desk, swinging one leg back and forth, “Go wait in the secretary’s office until I’m finished.”
#43 - God
“The gods gave you into my hands,” - those hands were moving down smooth skin, sliding over the curves of a tight arse - “They gave you up because I wanted you more.”
#44 - Wall
Seto had shoved him against the wall, his hands twisting at Bakura’s collar, and after a sharp command to shut up, had kissed him roughly while his hand fumbled with the button on Bakura’s pants.
#45 - Naked
“I’ll see you naked and writhing yet, you damned bitch,” Bakura swore, rising from the ground and rubbing the purple bruise forming on his cheek from where Seto had struck him down; the latter stood shaking and furious, glaring at the thief as if it were possible to kill him by looks alone.
#46 - Drive
“Keep driving,” Bakura’s low, amused voice commanded, and even though Seto couldn’t spare a glance downwards to see his face, he knew the thief was smirking.
#47 - Harm
“Thieves don’t let harm befall their treasures…” Bakura was telling him this to make him feel more comfortable, and all Seto’s mind could think of as a reply was, ‘No, they just keep them locked away until they gather dust, and that’s worse than any kind of crack they could obtain.’
#48 - Precious
“Silver and gold, silver and gold… that’s how the song goes, you know…” Bakura was humming softly and winding pieces of their hair together, the brown contrasting the white in a similar light to the precious metals.
#49 - Hunger
There was a want that seized him like a voracious hunger, and suddenly, there was just one thing Seto wanted: Bakura’s mouth.
#50 - Believe
It was only when Bakura slept that Seto could play with the white-blonde hair between his fingers, and whisper softly to the surrounding shadows a secret that was never to be heard by any human ears: “I believe you.”
Pairing: Yami no Bakura x. Seto Kaiba (Antagoshipping)
Theme Set: Epsilon
Rating: 14-A/Soft R (Probably higher than it needs to be...)
#01 - Motion
The motion was easy and fluid, almost catlike; Bakura’s shirt fluttered to the floor, exposing a vast expanse of pale skin Seto had been quite sure he didn’t care to see - until he saw it.
#02 - Cool
He always hated it, the rush of cool air against skin that had just been warmed and wetted by a tongue - it made him want the tongue back in place.
#03 - Young
Bakura sometimes made a habit of pointing out the most obvious things, usually when Seto was ignoring him in favour of work, “You’re young too, Seto, but you act so damn old.”
#04 - Last
It never failed; every time Bakura was stripping him of his clothing and running his tongue all over the most secret and sensitive of places, Seto always swore to himself it would be the last time he put up with it - but it always happened again.
#05 - Wrong
Seto was always sure to shred the papers after he’d penned his innermost thoughts on them; the moment Bakura read one, the game would be over, ‘It’s wrong, you know, that a man should be as pretty (because that’s really what you are, dark and light and pretty) as you are and yet be so strong and stubborn and demanding.’
#06 - Gentle
“I’ll be gentle if you want,” Bakura whispered softly, laying his fingers softly on Seto’s exposed and trembling skin, “You’ve been so good tonight.”
#07 - One
“You don’t realize this, but I make it about you,” Bakura explained, though to Seto it meant very little, as he was under the thief at the moment and had no way of moving; Bakura leaned down and kissed along his chest before continuing, “You’re the only one important enough to make me think.”
#08 - Thousand
“You don’t know the length of a thousands days,” Bakura informed him morosely, glaring all the while at a paperweight instead of meeting Seto’s eyes, “But more, you don’t know the length of a thousand nights.”
#09 - King
“I’m your king, I’m your master,” There was almost a tune to the words, Bakura’s voice unusually gentle, “You’ll do as I say and we’ll both live through the night to tomorrow’s day.”
#10 - Learn
Every time Seto insisted that he didn’t know and that he didn’t understand and he didn’t want anything more, Bakura would always kiss him with a slight nip of the teeth and say that he’d learn soon enough.
#11 - Blur
It was when all the nights started to blur together, and the faces of his employees did the same, and so did the figures on his papers and the names he needed to know and the words he tried to speak and every damned thought he tried to have, that Seto realized this was much more than a casual ordeal.
#12 - Wait
This had to be the first time (and Seto suspected it would be the last) that he’d heard Bakura tell him to wait - usually the thief was the one leading the show and pushing the pace, and yet here he was telling Seto to wait for a moment.
#13 - Change
Seto stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom and stared at the reflection before him - it showed a man with dark circles under his eyes, shiny red scratches up and down his bare chest and bruises in the shape of hands near his hips; Seto stared at the reflection and muttered darkly at the image that had come to be him (which would be invisible to the rest of the world), “I’m not going to change for you.”
#14 - Command
It had been an explicit order, a set-in-stone, not-to-be-contested rule: absolutely no visits to Kaiba Corp - and the day after, Bakura had shown up around ten pm to smirk at Seto while he clacked away on his keyboard.
#15 - Hold
Somehow this reminded him of the doctor’s office and how Mokuba always had to be held down before the needle pierced his skin.
#16 - Need
Seto’s voice was dead serious, “Listen to me, because you need to understand this: I do not like men.”
#17 - Vision
He hated having his vision impaired, he really did; seeing was a safe thing, something that helped you keep yourself alive, something that made you feel comfortable - comfortable was not a feeling that he would attribute to being stripped naked with a black satin cloth tied over his eyes and his wrists bound behind his back.
#18 - Attention
Seto would not permit the thief to look away while he was speaking; the respect he demanded was not about to be undermined by this obsessive teenager, “Look at me when I’m talking to you, Bakura.”
#19 - Soul
A funny idea came to his head just then, while he was just teetering on the edge of delirium; if he picked a colour for Bakura’s soul to be (not that he was sure he actually believed in souls, but still, this was all a hypothetical thing anyway), it would have to be red - candy apple red, or fresh blood in the sunshine red, because that was the colour that followed Bakura wherever he went and spread in his wake and hung around him like a thick cloud of portent.
#20 - Picture
Bakura could paint all the pretty pictures he wanted - to Seto it was still, and always would be, non-consensual sex.
#21 - Fool
Seto’s mood had been odd that day, when he’d smirked and said in a teasing kind of voice, “You’d be a fool to give up on me now.”
#22 - Mad
Seto couldn’t keep his voice from rising until it was almost shrill; he didn’t know whether he was angry or afraid or confused or hurt but all he knew was that he had to make Bakura understand, “You are going to drive me completely mad if you keep doing this!”
#23 - Child
His pose was so much like a child’s: Arms crossed, eyes glaring stubbornly, the glint in them saying he wasn’t budging until he got what he wanted - well, Seto could resist all day and all night if he had to.
#24 - Now
Seto could not believe the needy but insistent words that came from his hoarse throat, “I want it now.”
#25 - Shadow
The silhouette of a figure sitting on the windowsill - such a distinct shape, he knew it so well now - indicated to Seto that he’d have to wait at least one more night for a decent period of sleep.
#26 - Goodbye
“And now, goodbye,” The thief said with a small smile, as he stepped just beyond reach and vanished before Seto could say anything.
#27 - Hide
Bakura sounded furious but Seto knew better that the thief was just annoyed, tired, and sick of all his secrecy and fear; “I’ve already waited so long, are you going to make me hide it forever?”
#28 - Fortune
Seto had amassed a small fortune in articles remaining in his room after Bakura left: pocket flashlights, half-finished packs of gum, pens, plastic rings; you name it, he had it - oh the joys of sleeping with a pickpocket.
#29 - Safe
That time (when Bakura made him bleed and left him lying in so much pain he couldn’t bear to move for hours, just because of one word he’d dared to say), he knew that he’d never be safe with the white-haired thief - it would never be something he could choose.
#30 - Ghost
Bakura expected him to answer a certain way, and Seto wouldn’t be lying if he said yes; his mind was racing, visions churning in the darkest part of his memory, “You remember this little ghost, don’t you Seto?”
#31 - Book
It never failed, whenever he stepped out of his office, his secretaries were gossiping about some ‘interesting’ or ‘new’ sexual escapade they’d had with their most recent partner - he wondered what they’d think if he said he could write a book on ‘interesting’ sex based on his own experiences with Bakura.
#32 - Eye
Whenever Bakura counted his bruises he always glared at Seto for inflicting the same number as he himself had caused; Seto always replied, “Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth - Hammurabi’s law code, you know.”
#33 - Never “Never, ever, say that you want to quit this,” Bakura commanded in a snarl, his hand around Seto’s throat as he was truly angry, “It isn’t any easier on me than it is on you.”
#34 - Sing
Bakura knew when he woke up that he’d stayed too long; birds were singing gaily outside the window and Seto had expressly said never to be there when the sun was up - ‘they’ only existed at night, never during the day.
#35 - Sudden
He hit the wall hard and quick as lightning his breath was gone; before he could try to draw a breath, Bakura’s mouth closed over his and pressed his head back.
#36 - Stop
Seto was going to scream it soon, Bakura could see it in the way he squeezed his eyes closed tight, in the volume of perspiration dripping down his face, in the way his hair stuck to his skin from the dampness; there was only one word Bakura wanted to hear, just so he could deny it: Stop.
#37 - Time
Trapped between cool ceramic tiles and a body inching ever closer, Seto had no choice but to be flustered and try to force Bakura back, “No, damn you - there isn’t time, not here!”
#38 - Wash
The previously white sheets actually had rips in them from the violence Bakura had employed last night (Seto shivered at the thought) - there was blood too, but what was the point in washing something that wasn’t ever going to be useable again?
#39 - Torn
His shirt was torn and dangling limply off one shoulder, and Bakura was sporting a lovely bruise in a peculiar shade of purplish-yellow, but both of them were still standing and neither was prepared to give in.
#40 - History
“It’s funny you know,” Bakura remarked idly, “They say that history repeats itself, and here I am and there you are.”
#41 - Power
Slowly, Seto felt the control he valued so deeply slipping away - Bakura’s fierce need was something so great he could not fight it, and as the thief’s hands moved further down his chest, he very gingerly gave up.
#42 - Bother
“You’re such a bother,” Seto complained mildly as Bakura sat on his desk, swinging one leg back and forth, “Go wait in the secretary’s office until I’m finished.”
#43 - God
“The gods gave you into my hands,” - those hands were moving down smooth skin, sliding over the curves of a tight arse - “They gave you up because I wanted you more.”
#44 - Wall
Seto had shoved him against the wall, his hands twisting at Bakura’s collar, and after a sharp command to shut up, had kissed him roughly while his hand fumbled with the button on Bakura’s pants.
#45 - Naked
“I’ll see you naked and writhing yet, you damned bitch,” Bakura swore, rising from the ground and rubbing the purple bruise forming on his cheek from where Seto had struck him down; the latter stood shaking and furious, glaring at the thief as if it were possible to kill him by looks alone.
#46 - Drive
“Keep driving,” Bakura’s low, amused voice commanded, and even though Seto couldn’t spare a glance downwards to see his face, he knew the thief was smirking.
#47 - Harm
“Thieves don’t let harm befall their treasures…” Bakura was telling him this to make him feel more comfortable, and all Seto’s mind could think of as a reply was, ‘No, they just keep them locked away until they gather dust, and that’s worse than any kind of crack they could obtain.’
#48 - Precious
“Silver and gold, silver and gold… that’s how the song goes, you know…” Bakura was humming softly and winding pieces of their hair together, the brown contrasting the white in a similar light to the precious metals.
#49 - Hunger
There was a want that seized him like a voracious hunger, and suddenly, there was just one thing Seto wanted: Bakura’s mouth.
#50 - Believe
It was only when Bakura slept that Seto could play with the white-blonde hair between his fingers, and whisper softly to the surrounding shadows a secret that was never to be heard by any human ears: “I believe you.”